Age of Adepts

As the two 4th stage strongmen faced each other head on, all the participants on the battlefield began to silently move away.

Nothing more, just afraid of being affected by the aftershocks of the power of the strong fighters against each other!

When no other obstructive guys existed within a five hundred meter radius, Gore Faith came roaring up with his war hammer held high.

Knock knock knock....

The earth was trembling, the world was shaking.

A terrifying shockwave emanated from where it landed, leaving a deep footprint on the spot with every step it took. The puddles of water and dirt around the footprint would be shaken into the air, then shattered into tiny particles that were indistinguishable to the naked eye by the curling waves of strange power.

Like a mad bull, the Anglosh Ogre Chieftain rudely slammed into Grim.

The Flame Giant that Grim had transformed into was over ten meters tall, while Gore Firth was only seven meters tall.

Obviously, Grievous was at a disadvantage in terms of size, but looking at its brutal and savage demeanor, it seemed not to care about these minor details.

Grim quickly cast a spell and threw several 'Flame Vines' in succession onto the opponent. But before the flame vines poking out from the void could coil and entangle the opponent's sturdy giant legs, they were strangled by a ripple of power and turned into a sky of fire debris.

With a harsh whistle, the war hammer came crashing down on the face, instantly smashing the flaming vestiges that Grim had left in place into flaming fragments.

Grim's true flaming body, on the other hand, appeared out of thin air in another area a hundred meters away, and then a series of blazing fireballs were thrown across the void onto Gore Faith's body.

Boom boom boom....

The huge fireball burst continuously, blasting Gore Firth with muffled grunts and shrieks.

But in the next second, a whistle was heard, and a war hammer crashed out of the fire with a hurricane, hitting Grim viciously.

Grim didn't dare to hesitate, and dodged the hammer with a flame leap a hundred meters away.

There was no way, the difference in power was too great, Grim simply didn't have the confidence to be able to withstand the flying hammer's bombardment with his out-of-body sorcery protection. With his opponent's terrifying strength of over 42 points, as long as he broke through the external sorcery protection, Grim's body would be reduced to a pile of mud in a single blow.

Even if the flying hammer couldn't blast Grim's protection, just the terrifying power shock would be enough for him to drink!

If by good fortune Grim happens to run into the stun effects attached to heavy weapons again....

This was the painful part of the Elemental Sorcerer facing the Power Battle Clerks, not daring to let the other side get involved at all.

But the good thing was that as an elemental sorcerer, Grim possessed maneuvering abilities that were beyond the opponent's reach as well.

Thus, in the midst of the frantic battle between the two 4th ranked strongmen, those participants who were still fighting fiercely became street rats, holding their heads and desperately fleeing to the outskirts of the battlefield.

The battlefield of the strong was extremely terrifying, and there was no place for the weak to hide.

Grim's incarnation of the Flame Giant gathered and dispersed invisibly, either exploding into a cloud of flying fire in the sky, or jumping around on the Ogre Chief's side with his flames... Almost every three to five turns of the finger, he had to shift his position, or else he would receive a terrifying painful blow from the other side.

However, as dangerous as the situation on the battlefield was, Grim wouldn't move more than a hundred meters away from the Ogre Chief.

It couldn't be helped, it was just battle necessity!

Although there was no way to dodge ranged sorcery, the power of sorcery was too spread out and brought the opponent very little damage. Only a single attacking sorcery of the power coalescing type can break through the opponent's force field protection and deal enough damage.

However, such sorcery was rarely instantaneous and its flight path was too obvious.

Once the distance exceeded a hundred meters, the timing and trajectory of the flame sorcery's flight could be captured by the golferous. By then, whether it would be a sharp move to dodge or a flying hammer to break the spell, Gore Faith would have plenty of time to think and react.

But circling within a hundred meters, the heavy pressure that Gore Faith's terrifying power brought to Grim was also evident!

The war hammer that whizzed past never smashed into Grim's body though, and could still cause the flaming shield on his surface to beep and crack as it brushed past him.

The battle between the two was like a bear catching a cat, as clumsy as it may seem, but when something went wrong, the battle could be won or lost in an instant.

So far in the battle, Grim is still unharmed, while the ogre chief has been bombarded by fire sorcery, his body covered with scorch marks of various sizes. But such injuries were only minor for the thick-skinned ogre.

As long as Gore Faith protected its head and heart with its war hammer, the rest of the fat flesh-stacked areas were left to be ravaged by the opponent's soft feet. On the other hand, it was persistently pouncing on the dodging Grim, and although it failed time and again, the hammer that was swinging like a fly was still putting heavy pressure on the opponent.

Under the cover of the two war hammers, Gore Faith was opening its strange pair of triangular green bean eyes, surreptitiously examining Grim with a cunning gaze that did not match its own size. It was deliberately creating an image of being clumsy and dull, and if the other party really thought that this was all it had to offer as a doorway, then its instant outburst of Chelling Battle Skills could definitely bring the other party memories that they would never forget!

There is no such thing as a fool for a 4th ranked strong person, whether it be a mage or a warrior.

Once you feel that the other party is a fool, then you're not far from a death trap!

But while Gore Faith was hiding his battle power, how could Grim not hide his own.

In the several major flame laws he had mastered, except for one flame effect and flame gain, the two most important ones: flame penetration and flame invisibility, he hid them very well and didn't show the slightest bit.

When that ogre chief was trying to calculate him in every possible way, how could Grim not be secretly calculating the other side.

Since the other party was casting bait, he readily swallowed it.

Taking advantage of the time the opponent was hiding, Grim was also creating all sorts of tiny wounds for him as much as possible. This kind of advantage was not to be taken in vain, when the other party exploded at full strength, there would not be many chances to have such a painful and wild bombardment.

Gore Faith was suffering in Flame Sorcery while sneakily squeezing Grim's battle space. The small green bean-like eyes couldn't stop dripping, trying to calculate the likelihood of a successful sneak attack.

Grim, on the other hand, was constantly maneuvering with his Flame Jump and making full use of the chip's battlefield perception to gather information and messages from the other side. Although he did not have the kind of sharp danger perception of Alice, but through a variety of battlefield situations to analyze the enemy dynamics and battlefield direction is the chip's strength.

And under the intentional or unintentional guidance of both sides, the first battlefield detonation point soon appeared!

Using a whirlwind warhammer frenzy, Gore Faith once again forced the Grim to make a leap of flame. And as Grim's tall form just disappeared from the rushing pillar of fire, Gorefeather slammed back to its feet, its twin hammers flying out left and right to smash into a certain clearing behind it, while it itself roared and strutted forward, spreading its thick, powerful arms in a death hug to the newly emerged Grim.

Whoops....

The fierce wind whistled.

The evasive positions on the left and right were all jammed, and Grim had just completed another Flame Jump, so without a three-second buffer, it was impossible to make the next Flame Jump.

Stuck at this point in time, as if a runaway train was rushing over, Gore Faith's strong arms even directly blocked all possible escape routes for Grim.

At the same time as he charged, Gore Faith's bloody mouth opened to its fullest and let out the most ferocious roar since the start of the war. Invisible sound waves poured out of the mouth, squeezing the air to form a visible ripple that positively washed over Grim's body.

In a beeping boom, all of Grim's flame protection outside his body burst, and his heart shuddered, his entire soul consciousness instantly going numb, no longer able to command him.

Berserk roar!

Ogre Chief Gore Faith's hidden battle technique was able to paralyze the enemy's mental consciousness instantly with a battle roar wave, the time depending on the opponent's mental toughness.

Looking at the Flame Giant, which had been stripped of all its protection, and at the swaying body of the opponent, Gore Faith couldn't help but grin widely. There was only a 'tiny' distance of less than thirty meters between it and the other side now, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it from rushing to the other side and crushing it into a pulp.

However, just before the laughter had fully spread to every corner of its ugly, indigo tattooed face, its legs that rushed forward seemed to have tripped over something. Its bloated, fat body suddenly lost its balance and planted itself on the ground in a dog-slap of pain, sliding into the Grim with a wave of mud and water all over it.

At some point, a strange wall of fire that was no more than half a meter high but unusually solid and sturdy appeared on the ground between it and that Grim. After tripping over the first wall of fire, Gore Faith's terrifying body crushed the second and third, before crushing the fourth and fifth with its massive head....

Grim had just survived a terrible daze when it slid with difficulty into the tall flaming giant. And having successively crushed so many walls of fire with its head, even with Gore Firth's physique, it couldn't help but get a little dizzy.

So in the next moment, a rushing golden flame wrapped around the Ogre Chieftain's body and baked it viciously inside and out.

The terrifying flame penetration brought extreme damage to Gore Fes.

Originally resisting the flame burns with his thick flesh armor, Gore Faith suddenly discovered at this moment that the damage the flames brought to him had become frightening. It seemed that every strand of flame could ignore the protective force field and the fleshy layer outside of its body, directly applying damage to its consciousness and soul origin.

The Ogre Chieftain was instantly burned to a crisp, and with a flip, he extricated himself from the golden flames and began pounding desperately at the golden flames still burning on his body.

"Hammer come!" Gorefeather stormed off with one hand, intending to take the hammer back in again.

But allowing it to keep the shape for five or six flexes, there was no feeling of holding it in its palm to the real thing.

It lifted its head, jaw-droppingly looking away. The flaming giant was holding a war hammer at its feet, slowing to take the latter into its space equipment. The other war hammer had also long since disappeared.

A cold breeze blew past, and once again, Gore Faith felt the ubiquitous piercing pain on his body.

Bastard.........